Suppose you have nothing to lose, suppose you have complete freedom, dear reader - what would you do ?
How would you picture yourself ?
Visualize.
The beatles sang to use happiness as a defense (a gun) to all the sorrows in the world: I do not subscribe to the idea completely, but one way of looking at things.
"Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
When I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm"
When I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm"
My personal opinion is, that, happiness and sorrow complement each other. Bevu + Bella.
Life is such a complex journey.